Devotional for March 8

 

Today's cross: A pewter cross rests on a small magnifying glass.

Charles Wesley

AND wilt thou yet be found?

And may I still draw near?

Then listen to the plaintive sound

Of a poor sinner's prayer.

Jesus, thine aid afford,

If still the same thou art:

to thee I look, to thee, my Lord,- 

I lift my helpless heart.

Thou seest my troubled breast,

The struggles of my will;

The foes that interrupt my rest,

And not my God alone.

The daily death I prove,

Saviour, to thee is known;

‘Tis worse than death my God to love,

And bid the tempest cease.

O my offended Lord,

Restore my inward peace,

I know thou canst; - pronounce the word,

And bid the tempest cease.

I long to see thy face,

Thy Spirit I implore,

The living water of thy grace,

That I may thirst no more.

 

Ah! what avails my strife,

My wand’ring to and fro?

Thou hast the words of endless life,

Ah! whither should I go?            

Lord, at thy feet I fall,

I groan to be set free;

I fain would no obey thy call,

And give up all for thee.